Dakota stopped squirming. He was supposed to save all his squirms for his wife anyway.

"Not implying, no," he replied smoothly. "More of saying it politely. Considering I did hear you two talking about Longshot's clan and then comparing husband butts in the span of ten minutes."

He groaned and sat back. "If my daughter starts talking about her new best friends Lady Visa and Mastercard, I'm going after you, Alison Blaire."